Angels Poem by Fiona Burgess

She felt cast adrift on a tideless ocean
Devoid of life, Bereft of motion
But far, far beneath the diamond-like surface
Swam the moon without emotion.

And high in the sky she spied
Angels going for a ride
On the backs of shooting stars.

She lost herself amongst sun-blasted dunes
Filled in her soul with soundless tunes
While far, far away her lover despaired
And drowned himself over the fate cast in runes.

And high in the sky she spied
Angels going for a ride
On baby explosions lent by a dying sun.

She found herself in jungles deep
The call of the earth, made her weep
As the world she invented fell to ashes
And like a supurating wound, began to seep.

And high in the sky she spied
Angels going for a ride
On souls so recently departed.

She slept a while beneath a hill
She thought a rest would do no ill
But when she awoke her children were dead
And to avenge them she hadn't the will.

And high in the sky she spied
Angels falling from their ride
Shattering like forgotten tears.